i am catergorized in "illness" and your in the General Topic "lyrical disasters"...
your general stats should be 0-100, not even close to me and "Lyrical Masters"...
your fate is waiting.. im headlockin you lyrically into a deep-sleep coma...
your 1st or second battle but ima kill you and end your short lasting saga...
drop to your knees if u wish to be part of excistance of this site after this battle...
run for your life, hop on your donkey and get on outta town, hitch up the saddle...
the chances are of you winnin, u choosin heads and u flip a two-headed coin...
ill slice you up, make you able to see ur guts and intestence, chopin 'way at ya groin...
break your bones in half, raps or bones wont grow back, ur startin 2 malfunction...
he looked malfunction up in the dictionary and said, my raps are startin 2 dicfunction!..